Dear Diary . . . day by day

Friday, July 28th - Cats!!
(it's in 7 <--I know no one but Brian and Kellie will get this joke)
I was in a terrible, no-good, bitchy, groucy, low-blood-sugar, I-don't-feel-well-why-don't-you-all-fuck-off, kind of mood today. It might have been ok, but I feel more and more around here that no one really thinks of me as important, or human, or anything like that. Anyway, it got so bad, that during lunch I decided I needed to take action.
So I went to the Berkeley Humane Society and played with the kittens and cats.
I had to make sure first that they had a no-kill policy (they do). I know it's mean, but I just can't play with cats that will soon be killed and I can do nothing about it. Not only does our landlord not allow cats, but Jen's terribly allergic (and when Sharon comes back in October, well, she's allergic too. Sigh).
I want to adopt all the kittens and cats anyway, of course. I think I narrowed my choice down to 8, although truth be told, i don't really want to own more than three cats at a time. It's a damn good thing I don't own a farm. Or even a house. Or even a rented place that allows pets. 'Cause if I did, I'd be a cat-owner again as I type this.
Waaahhhh! I miss having a cat! I wanna cat! Beth got another puppy, why can't I have just one damn cat? Ok, two, you need two to keep each other company . . .
Ahem. It certainly is kitten season. Every room (there are 5 rooms of cats) had at least one litter, sometimes two or three. So many black kittens! So many calico! Black cats are very popular - here's a public service announcement:
Everyone reading this in the Bay Area who owns their own space should go to the Berkeley Humane Society and adopt yourself a black kitten or two (Sherman, I'm looking at you).
If I had to pick two, well . . . my first choice would be a 3 and a half year-old fluffy calico they'd named "Pretty" (she'd get a new name). Not quite long-hair, but not short-haired either, with lots of white, cream, orange and black and curling long whiskers and the prettiest face. Very friendly, but when I got the kittens chasing a folded-up paper towel, she perked up and wanted to play too. The second would be a harder choice, and I know I'd end up with three cats total. Probably the orange tabby kitten and his little all-black sister - both alert, healthy, about 8 weeks old. You have to take both - littermates are so sweet to each other . . . of course, I wouldn't want Pretty to feel left out . . .
Jeez! Well, you can never say I don't have a rich fantasy life :-)

Exercise log:
Nada.
Writing log:
Came home from class last night and rewrote the outline for Forest - it may be a novel, and if I can get a decent list of chapters, I think I'll go ahead and let it be a novel. It is definitely going in a new direction - one that makes more sense.
I also realized Thirds is two stories - one realistic and one sf. That's good to know, though it means lots of writing (as if writing that novel won't be enough words!).

I'm currently reading:
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

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